Because, Friday we did this:
|Construction materials stacked and ready,|
supervisors standing by and ready to eat doughnuts
|Finished product: a little patio for sunbathing floofs|
And Saturday, we did this:
|Rented a gas-powered splitter and processed the huge gnarly chunks of firewood|
that are too huge and gnarly to split by hand
And this morning, (of course), we did this:
|Either 10.45 miles or 11.25 miles, depending which GPS you choose to believe|
Fiddle has apparently decided that I am healed up enough to ride properly again.
In other words: a lot of that caretaking behavior she showed towards me when my hip was AWOL has expired--she was breathing fire and farting fireworks when we left the trailhead with the Usual Suspects this morning.
So, I turned her around and trotted her away from the "herd" until we achieved full compliance.
It took a while.
|Twenty minutes or so. She was pretty mad at me, at first.|
Then, she gave up and got happy.
|Ominous clouds rolling in from the west, but no rain on the riders!|
It was a beautiful day for a ride.
|Look who is so confident in the saddle now!|
The weather looked even more grey and unfriendly when we met up with friends on the trail
|Katie (center) plans to help Margie and Liza get through their|
first 25-miler at Mount Adams in a few weeks
|Happy ears, happy Dragon|
Now that I'm home, it's another story.
The roaring sound in the video is the actual noise the weather was making--I didn't manage to catch any thunderclaps, but we had some of those as well.
"Raining cats and dogs" is hardly sufficient to describe the stuff falling on the roof right now.
"Raining peas and carrots" is more picturesque, but not terribly accurate.
How would you describe the sensation of listening to a frog-strangling rain hammer the shingles overhead while hunkered down in a comfy recliner near the fire, with floofy dogs at my feet and a warm tabby trying to emulate a toque from the back of the chair?
Leave your thoughts in the comment box.
But here's one thing I can say for sure:
|Duana took this photo of the Dragon and me, |
heading uphill at a trot towards the trailhead.
It. Is. Good. Here.